“All good, thanks!” she replies. I glance down at her body. Her shenanigans caused one elastic leg band of her panties to end up slightly over her hairless pussy lip. What I would not give to draw my dickhead over that exposed piece of soft, puffy meat!
I plug the Wand into the wall outlet. “OK. Don’t be alarmed. I am now going to use the Magic Wand. Just relax and enjoy it.” I say softly.
“Magic Wand..? That sounds scary!” she whispers with a suspicious tone in her voice.
“Not to worry.” I assure her and switch the Wand on. A lazy, quiet drone fills the room. I draw the vibrating head gently over her stomach. Instant goosebumps again.
She giggles. “It tickles!” she says with a big smile. She is obviously enjoying it.
“That is the purpose of the exercise!” I tease and draw the head gently over her breastbone between her boobs. She sighs. I apply more pressure on her breastbone. It causes the vibrations to reverberate through her entire chest. Soon those big nipples are once again standing on attention and strain against the thin material of her top! I draw the vibrating head over the inside of her boob until it rests lightly on her nipple. Her upper body jumps at the contact. She quickly pushes the Wand away. “Wow! That’s too much!” she says, somewhat out of breath.
“Don’t you like it?” I ask softly.
“No, it’s not that.” she says. “I think maybe I like it too much!” She covers her boob with her hand.
“Should I stop?”
She hesitates. “You decide…” She is clearly in two minds about what I am doing to her. It suits me fine!
I slide the vibrating head over her other breast and let it rest lightly on her nipple. She tries to be brave, but her white-knuckled clenched fists by her sides reveal her internal struggle. She breathes heavily though a slightly open mouth. I decide that she has had enough.
She lies with her legs slightly apart. I now focus the vibrator on her inner thighs, slowly moving it up and down, gradually higher and higher. Just when I get within striking distance, she slips her hand over her pussy. “No …” she says firmly. In response I deliberately glide the Wand over her hand and push down hard on it. The vibrations penetrate through her hand into her sensitive pubic area. She jerks her hand away. “Don’t!” she scolds. I laugh and move the Wand back to her inner thigh area.
“You’re naughty!” she says, smiling. She doesn’t put her hand back over her pussy. Once again I have an unobstructed view of her naughty bits. I tease her by moving the Wand up her inner thigh to just short of the panties, only to draw it down again on the inside of her other thigh. She is breathing heavily.
“May I remove the eye mask?” she asks.
“Not yet.” I reply, gliding the head of the Wand lightly over her stomach. I gradually move it lower and trace the waistband of the panties with it. She groans. Her hips began to move. She is smoking hot!
I draw the vibrating head gently over her pubic bone. Her hand shoots up immediately to stop me. I block her hand. “Relax and just enjoy it. Focus on the pleasure.” I reassure her. She obeys. I press the soft head tightly against her pubic bone over the bushy triangle of hair and set the vibration to high. The vibrations now reverberate through her whole body. She gasps.
“Stop! I cannot ..! I will … Stop! Please! Don’t!” she pleads. Her body begins to writhe under the Wand. Her face is flushed as she struggles against the inevitable.
“Sshhh … Just relax.” I try to reassure her. She moans and complains and rolls around. I draw the soft head of the Wand down until it lies lightly on her clit.
“No ..! I can’t … I’m going to… Don’t! Uuggghh!! “Her hips begin bucking rhythmically as she explodes in the throes of a very intense orgasm. She moans and grunts and “Ooh..!” and “Aah..!” while her body bucks uncontrollably on the table. I leave her until the rhythmical contractions subside. At last she lies exhausted and panting with her hands over her face.
“I’m so sorry … You must think I’m a real slut! But I told you to stop..!” she says accusingly.
“Nothing to apologize for. And allow me to tell you what I think of you. I think you are a beautiful woman whose body responds one hundred percent normally to impulses. What is to be ashamed of?” I try to calm her down.
“If Derek finds out what’s happened here this afternoon, he’ll divorce me for sure…” she whimpers.
“Has anything happened here that he should know of? I don’t think so.” I reassure her.
Suddenly she sits up and removes the eye mask. She looks down and sees her nipples showing through the completely transparent material. “Oh my God!!” she cries, folding her arms across her breasts. “I’m completely naked!”
“Calm down. It’s not that bad. “I try to console her.
“Not that bad?!” she says. “Here I lie blissfully unaware of the fact that my clothes leave absolutely nothing to the imagination! And all you can say is ‘It’s not that bad.’ You now know my body almost as well as my husband!”
“And how is that it’s such a big deal? I am a masseur, remember? You are certainly not the first woman I’ve ever seen like this.” I try to comfort her. “It is pretty much part of the package when it comes to the art of massaging.”
“Yes, but still … I’m ashamed and embarrassed.” she moans again and turns on her stomach with her head on her forearms. I stroke her back gently.
“Listen, I have not seen anything that I have not seen before. And judging by what I saw, you truly have nothing to be ashamed of. You’re a beautiful woman, and your body is in excellent condition.” I reassure her. “Come, I’ve got just the right medicine to make you feel better. Let me give you a back massage.”
“What? Have you lost your mind?! Don’t you think that enough damage has been done for one day?” she counters.
“No. Quite the contrary. I do not think that any damage has been done. You’re having a massage, just like most other women have had.” I say. “Come, I have a special oil that I would like to use on your back.”
“Just my back ..?” she asks with a suspicious look in her deep blue eyes.
“Remember, as I said – you are in control. You can always tell me to stop and I will.” I try to convince her.
“Ok then.” she says.
“Here. Put the eye mask back on.” I hand it to her.
“Do I really have to?” she asks.
“Yes. I want you to concentrate only on the pleasure. And remember, if you remove it, the session is over.” I warn. She puts the mask on reluctantly.
I open the bottle of Ylang Ylang oil. It is specially prepared by Hiroyuki, my mentor in Japan. It has an almost jasmine flavor. It has a kind of narcotic effect that has an amazingly calming effect on most people. Hiroyuki also uses his secret oil additives in the Ylang Ylang that increases the sensitivity of the skin. Because normal skin is rather thick, it does not have much of an effect there. But on the parts that are already sensitive such as the lips, nipples, labia and clitoris it is of course it’s a whole different story! “Here.” I say, holding the bottle out to her. “Smell it.”
She leans forward and sniffs it. “Wow, it smells amazing! It must have cost a fortune!” she says.
“It’s not cheap, but then, for my valued customers, only the best!” I tease. She laughs. I put my finger in the jar and put a little of the oil on her cheeks. She is looking much more relaxed already.
I kneel astride her and massage her neck with the oil. I can tell that she is enjoying it.
I then move lower down and push the top up again to uncover her back. She remains very still. I pour some oil on her back and massage it into her back muscles. “Everything to your liking, Madame?” I ask.
“Heavenly …” she says softly with a smile.
“Do you mind if I push the top up a little more? It is getting in the way of what I want to do.” I dare.
She doesn’t not answer, but lifts her upper body and pulls the top high up to her shoulders. She lies down on her naked boobs which I unfortunately cannot see because I am behind her.
“Thank you.” I say and massage the oil into her exposed back. The outer sides of her breasts bulge outward under her weight as before. I slide my hands gently up and down her sides so that my fingertips finally make contact with the soft, fleshy sides of her breasts. She remains quiet and I decide not to overdo things just yet.
I gently push her legs apart and kneel between them. My hands slip under the sides of her panties. Immediately I can feel her buttocks tighten. I massage her hips under the panties and stay away from the forbidden territory. She remains calm. Gradually I work my hands onto her bare buttocks and massage them deep and hard. In the process, I work the panties slightly into the crack of her buttocks. It does not seem to bother her.
Then I slowly pull the panties down over her firm buttocks. She tightens immediately, but does not object. I leave the panties at the bottom of her now naked butt in such a way that her privates remain covered. She sighs with relief and her buttocks relax noticeably. I deliberately pour an excessive dose of Ylang Ylang on her butt so that it runs down her crack and over her sensitive pussy. My hands are now kneading and massaging her buttocks hard and deep. I pull her buttocks slightly apart, and with one hand in her crack and the other on the outside I massage her bare buttocks in turn with my two hands. The panties move further and further down in the process. Her body is moving gently against my hands. She groans softly. Below her butt I have an unobstructed view of her pussy with its glistening inner lips.